Jellyfish highway and dolphins.
Shuddering, slamming, shaking us from our sleep
The sea tells secrets where they be
Put in a place, along this trace.
Circles, straight lines, and triangles navigate.
Never late, Never Borred.
Time will tell the size of the swell.
Ten meters, thirty-three feet?
What’s the difference between you and me?
Wallowing in the filth, the sloppy sea state.
You spit the dummie, like babies you sleep.
All night you cry and diaper full of sheet (shit).
Seamounts and abyssal plains
So deep, but by all the same names
Flying fish games we play.
It smells so good, but can’t stand the tastes you make.
It’s so good. Sustenance. Leaves it in my mouth.
Two weeks and two days. We made the Cannes.
Some say the Frawn-say
Revolution-I-zing-a-gain.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
